Call me a dork or something, but I really love this country. Reading "On the Road" has only solidified that fact. Somehow, Kerouac knew. He knew what America is all about. He knew it, he wrote it, and it was good.

I don't want that Supreme Buttmunch to blow it all up, you know? But que sera sera. Aren't I just lovely and optimistic like that? Haha. It's just that sometimes, especially in this dumb town, I feel like the only intelligent, non-inbred person in a bunch of stupid inbred ones.

Sometimes I have such a way with words.

Has Canada exceeded its yearly immigration quota for retail-schmucking, vanilla Coke-imbibing, 22 year old flute players named Sarah? I watched "White Fang" the other day. Maybe I'll move into a little cabin in the Yukon and try to find some gold or something. Or else play my flute for the bears and moose.

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Anyway, werk was mostly unexciting today. Some guy called first thing in the morning asking for little girls cowboy boots. What the fuck? Then he asked me if I knew where he could find them. I told him I thought I've heard of a western outfitters store in town someplace. He sounded disappointed. Now look people, this is Sears. This is Sears in the Northeast. Trust me, there are no cowboy boots to be had. However, I cannot vouch for Sears stores in maybe Oklahoma, or Texas. But if you think I am going to call stores in these locations, you are sadly mistaken.

After werk, I traipsed down to the bookstore yet again, and bought more books that I don't have time to read. I bought a newer Maeve Binchy book that I hadn't read, a Tolkien "bestiary", listing all the creatures of Middle Earth (hey now, it was in the bargain bin), and "The Picture of Dorian Gray". Now there's another "Twilight Zone" episode for you...

So yeah. That dope is still talking and "Friends" is still not on. I am annoyed.

TGIF tomorrow. Have a lovely evening. :)

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